IN the solemn days of old, Two men met in Boston town, One a tradesman frank and bold, One a preacher of renown. Cried the last, in bitter tone, -- "Poisoner of the wells of truth! Satan's hireling, thou hast sown With his tares the heart of youth!" Spake the simple tradesman then, -- "God be judge 'twixt thou and I; All thou knowest of truth hath been Unto men like thee a lie. "Falsehoods which we spurn to-day Were the truths of long ago; Let the dead boughs fall away, Fresher shall the living grow. "God is good and God is light, In this faith I rest secure; Evil can but serve the right, Over all shall love endure. "Of your spectral puppet play I have traced the cunning wires; Come what will, I needs must say, God is true, and ye are liars." When the thought of man is free, Error fears its lightest tones; So the priest cried, "Sadducee!" And the people took up stones. In the ancient burying-ground, Side by side the twain now lie, -- One with humble grassy mound, One with marbles pale and high. But the Lord hath blest the seed Which that tradesman scattered then, And the preacher's spectral creed Chills no more the blood of men. Let us trust, to one is known Perfect love which casts out fear, While the other's joys atone For the wrong he suffered here. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MONOLOGUE FROM A MATTRESS by LOUIS UNTERMEYER OUTWARD BOUND by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH TO A YOUNG ASS; ITS MOTHER BEING TETHERED NEAR IT by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE UPON JULIA'S CLOTHES by ROBERT HERRICK MILTON'S PRAYER [OF PATIENCE, OR, IN BLINDNESS] by ELIZABETH LLOYD HOWELL THE SOUND OF THE SEA; SONNET by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW |